I’ve been a fan of Lucy Clarke’s books for a while now, but The Surf House didn’t quite hit the mark for me as much as her previous works.

That said, the setting was beautifully immersive—Morocco came alive on the page, and I felt like I was experiencing it right alongside Bea. Clarke has such a talent for bringing her locations to life, and this book was no exception in that regard.

I found myself guessing the twists fairly early on, which took away some of the suspense and surprise I usually love in her novels. While the story was solid and enjoyable overall, it didn’t quite keep me glued to the page the way I had hoped.

All in all, it’s a good read with a vivid sense of place, but it didn’t quite live up to my expectations based on Clarke’s other books.